Fresh summer wine
I let your charm in
My head starts spinning
Her smile is clean
Lips busy, exploring
Won’t break the silence
These unspoken poems
Are all that we need
Sweet summer wine
Hot burning skins
Thoughts synchronize
To the rhythms within
I embrace the truth
Of your half-closed eyes
A world of our own
Where I will not lie.
😊
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I was sure you’d like the metaphor… 😉
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Reblogged this on arcade # 1775 and commented:
#drinking
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Thank you for reblogging, arcade!
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no problemo m8
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